The show was incredible! We had to move twice. First some bootleg rave party invaded our first location. We were all set at a second spot, when the delicate scent of a putrescent, dead slow elk ( domestic cow) drove us further out. Driving home,we came up on a Low rider procession.I slipped in a Peter Rowan CD and played THE FREE MEXICAN AIRFORCE, a strange ballad extolling the heroics of marijuana smugglers. My friends were convinced I was going to get us killed. the car club loved it, and activated their hydraulics, bouncing 8 chevies insync. A family from Indiana drove past, mouths agape. "Excuse us,SIR, is this neighborhood safe?" I smiled from under my black cowboy hat "be afaid,be very afraid,this is CALIFORNIA"